You plant a demon seed, you raise a flower of fire
Outside it's America, outside it's America, America
Bullet the blue sky
You take the staircase to the first floor
And I can see those fighter planes
Bullet the blue
You turn the key and slowly unlock the door
Jacob wrestled the angel, and the angel was overcome
Songwriters: Adam Clayton, Dave Evans, Paul Hewson, Larry Jr Mullen
Through the alleys of a quiet city street
Slappin' 'em down, one hundred, two hundred
See them burning crosses, see the flames higher and higher
Bullet the blue sky
Bullet the blue
See the rain through the gaping wound
Bullet the blue
In the locust wind comes a rattle and hum
In the howling wind comes a stinging rain
Across the field, you see the sky ripped open
Bullet the blue sky
See it driving nails into the souls on the tree of pain
Across the mud huts where the children sleep
And I can see those fighter planes
This guy comes up to me
Bullet the blue sky
And through the walls you hear the city groan
And he's peeling off those dollar bills
Who run into the arms of America
See the face of fear running scared in the valley below
His face red like a rose on a thorn bush
As a man breathes into a saxophone
From the firefly a red orange glow
Like all the colors of a royal flush
Bullet the blue
Pounding the women and children
Publisher: POLYGRAM INT. MUSIC PUBL. B.V.